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By the time the new captain Xenotime had gotten back to her apartment it was late. The night had been long. She'd gotten in way over her head with an eternal senshi who had delighted in reminding her that she was still at the bottom of the food chain power wise. No matter how well you fought, if you're opponent was bigger, stronger, and sporting a** wings, all the skill in the world was only going to help so much. She'd gotten away, but it had been narrowly, and she'd sustained some pretty choice injuries. A cracked rib, along with a busted lip to match the blossom of bruises that decorated the right side of her jaw.

If she'd run into the a*****e maybe an hour later the fight would have gone different, Porsha was convinced of that. By that time Zink would have already found her and prompted her full of chaos enough to forcibly shove her up the ranks. It had hurt worse then anything she'd ever experienced, and it was worth it.

Teleportation had been her fast track home after tea time with the General-King. She'd popped up in her bedroom, stripped down to boy shorts and a tank top, then ended up walking right out of her apartment before pausing in the hallway.

Her original plain consisted of crawling into bed with Dustin, but she was tired, and her body ached all over. She wanted sleep more then she wanted anything else, and with him there was always the potential for that something else. She didn't trust herself not let it happen, or even not to initiate it. Sad, but true.

Instead she crossed the hall towards Sawyer's door. When she checked the knob it was unlocked. For the briefest second she wondered if what she was about to do was a good idea, but she shoved the doubts away as she pushed the door open. Hadn't they just snuggled up together on her couch? That's what Po wanted, a bit of snuggling.

Quietly the teen picked her away through the mine field of boxes and random objects until she could crawl along the foot of the futon and slide beneath the covers. Sawyer was warm and inviting, and she wasted little time in curling close, molding herself against his back. One pale arm thrown over his waist as she buried her face against the back of his neck.

In her head she was counting, curious how long it'd take him to wake, to realize she was there, or if he'd even wake at all.

As soon as Po had settled in comfortably it had become apparent that the young man she was pressed against wasn't actually sleeping. It was good really, it meant he wasn't going to stake awake at any given moment. Clearly he was aware of who she was, or he'd have done something before she'd gotten comfortable.

So when he raised up on his elbow to look over his shoulder at her she barely moved save to blink up at him, smiling softly before he moved to brush his fingers along her bruised face. It made her wince, and she turned her head enough to separate her cheek from his touch. "I tried to tango with someone out of my league," she admitted, managing to sound both bitter and sheepish all in one. "I've got a cracked rib, too, but I'm alright. We heal fast." In a week she'd be good as new.

Smiling reassuringly, she gave his side a little tug to persuade him to lay back down. "That wasn't even the highlight of my night, either." Her tone suggested it was one he'll of a story.

The freckles were cute, they suited him. This was the thought that ran through Porsha's mind when he turned so he was facing her. The power of aspirin was a tempting one, and after a moment she finally nodded. As much as she hated one more reminder that she'd actually lost a fight, her face hurt. "Sure, that'd be great." She withdraw her hand so he could slide out of the covers, rolling so she was laying mostly on her back.

"I'm sore, but I am fine, I promise." Her gaze followed him for all long as he started in view. She'd wait till he got back before getting into the rest of her long and exciting story.

Purple brows arched as he moved from place to place searching before she finally heard the tell take take off a pill bottle followed by the sound of running water. When he came back with the aspirin and the jar she propped herself up on an elbow then took them gratefully, swallowing them immediately and downing all the water. The jar was handed back to him. "Thanks."

She didn't think twice about his shirtless state or what his body looked like. She was used to Jude, and Sawyer reminded him of her childhood bff. So her gaze remained, for the most part, on his face and those cute a** freckles.

When permitted e again she gave the spot beside her a little part before elaborating. She was still tired, and she still wanted someone to cuddle with. "I ran into an eternal senshi. If you ever see any of those fuku wearing ******** with big white wings sticking out from their hips you run. they're on par with Rain Man, power wise." She huffed irritably, then sank back down so she was laying flat again. "Anyways, he worked me over pretty good until I managed to get away, That's when Zink found me."

She brought her hand up to scratch at her forehead before forcing her hair back from her face. "He said I've been doing a good job, Then he promoted me." She wasn't going to mention the pain, he really didn't need to knew about it at the moment. "He wants me to start a team." Her eyes lingered on his face as she said the last, curious about his reaction.

"A team team," she elaborated, rolling sui she could snuggle up against him again. "You know, group of us nega folk that work together and depend on each other." The last few words were said through heavy yawn. The evening was catching up with her.

Moving to rest her head on his shoulder, she draped an arm across his torso, one long leg sliding over his closest calf. "Thanks." She grinned, despite the uncomfortable tug along her bruised jaw. "I'm a captain now." Po sounded pleased, proud of herself. "More power, faster, and I can do that nightcrawler s**t now."

At some point during her explosion her eyes had drifted shut. The futon they were laying on wasn't incredibly comfortable, but she was tired enough, and Sawyer's presence comforting enough, that she felt incredibly content. "I want you for my team," was murmured out, her cheek rubbing along his chest as she shifted against him.

Po's shoulder shifted in what was probably a shrug in regards to Sawyer being new and dumb. "We all start somewhere, but a lot of us are on our own out the gate." She'd been given an introduction, a quick tutorial on energy gathering, then set free. It hadn't been a problem for her, but she already knew how to fight and defend herself. Not everyone had that lucky head start.

"Maybe, 'cept other captains might not be so inclined to listen to someone freshly promoted to their own rank." That was a headache she was looking to avoid. Not that she was going to exclude anyone just for being in an ascended position of power. She was planning on asking Typhon after all, and he was on the same level as her, power wise. "Besides, I'm kind of attached to you now, so it'd be in my best interest to make sure you can defend yourself and know what you're doing." That, and she wanted to keep an eye on him to make sure he didn't get squished by some eternal or royal senshi.

As the aspirin spread through her system and began to dull the pain Porsha was having an increasingly tough time having onto consciousness. Really, the only thing that kept her from drifting of completely was Sawyer's voice. She hummed in an agreeable manner at the idea of talking about the team and his position in it later when she wasn't half asleep. "We can talk over breakfast, I'll buy donuts.." Find was stretched out as she yawned again. God, she was tired, and incredibly comfortable.

Eliminating any hint of space between them, Po have a very contented sigh, mumbled something out that shirt off sounded like 'good night', and finally gave up the battle to stay awake.